Letter of Love to Olivia Grace

by Jeanette Wayne

I would like to share the letter I wrote to my precious baby girl, Olivia Grace, who was stillborn on May 11, 1995.

To my beloved Olivia Grace,

There are not words enough in the universe to express my profound love for you. My sweet, sweet baby, you were and always will be the ultimate joy of my life. Loving you was the most wondrous, splendid, beautiful thing I have ever experienced! Having you in my womb for those 8 months filled my life with glorious hope and promise. Every breath I took was with you ever-present in my mind and heart. Oh how I cherish every utterance of love that passed between our spirits. How I treasure every priceless moment that you were with me. My darling, what a magnificent love we shared!

You were my miracle baby, and your wondrous existence made my inmost being leap and dance with joy! Just the thought of you made my heart race with the anticipation of your arrival. Every fiber of my being yearned to see you, hold you, kiss you, nourish you, sing to you, rock you. Your precious life gave my life extraordinary meaning and purpose. I am so incredibly honored to be your Mommy.

And then I saw you, my beloved Olivia. I have never beheld such utter loveliness in all my life! Every detail or your person was exquisitely and wonderfully made. Your little face was pure sweetness itself. It thrilled my soul to see little reflections of myself and your Daddy in that precious face. You were our sweet angel and our world was made complete and perfect because of you.

But this world could not contain you. Yours is a heavenly home where, for now, I cannot go. How my heart breaks and my arms ache that I cannot touch you and hold you as I had dreamed. How my soul cries out for my precious baby girl. My mind cannot comprehend that I will never again see you in this life. But with all that is within me, I hope and wait for that glorious day when I shall see and hold and embrace you, my beloved daughter, in heaven for all eternity. Until then, my love, I must trust Jesus to rock you and sing to you and love you as I would have done. Hold fast, sweetheart, til Mommy gets there...

Eternally, lovingly yours,

Mommy

June 19, 1995

E-mail is welcome to Jeanette Wayne at rwayne1@citcom.net